Rendezvous
11 March 04 : 01.16 AM
I spoke to Jon the other day. It has been a year already since the last time I heard his voice. It was different; I couldn't put my finger on the difference but it just wasn't the same. I could have recognized it as his the moment he spoke, but it wasn't the voice of someone I fell in love with two years ago.
I appreciated that difference, somehow.
There was a torrential downpour on Monday's afternoon. It was the kind of afternoon that felt so wet and warm; I liked that feeling. So when it rained the whole night through, I didn't feel like sleeping at all. Despite the fact that I sat at my desk for several hours trying to get the 167 chinese characters etched in my brain, I didn't feel tired or drained at all, the way I would have.
Maybe it was the coffee. I'm now addicted to coffee mix. It used to taste so horrendously bitter and just a sip of it would have made me grimace, but I'm starting to understand why people can actually like it. There was this bittersweetness in it that made me want to taste more of it with my tongue.
I slept at about four a.m. that night. I wasn't tired at all. I closed my eyes awaiting somnolence to step in. It took a long time and if I hadn't tried, I probably wouldn't even sleep at all.
I woke up at nine and headed for school.